Amazing Stories – February 1957
(1957)*
Randall Garrett & Robert Silverberg
(as by Clyde Mitchell)
Would you say present-day Secret Service men have a tough job protecting the President? No doubt, but as time goes on it will get tougher. Here is about as tricky a method of liquidation as we've ever come across.
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"Thank you for permitting me to come to your office," said the Damakoi, very politely.
"Sit down," I said, and glanced at the instruments on my hidden desk panel. With a member of the most fanatically dangerous race in the Galaxy sitting across from me, I didn't feel like taking chances.
Every non-radiating detector we had was focussed on the blue-skinned being before me, and every meter showed that the alien was harmless. Which didn't necessarily mean anything, of course—Holdreth Khain of Damak could easily have had something else up his sleeve. It was my job to make sure that whatever it might be, it wouldn't work.
"I realize that you don't trust me," the Damakoi said. "But I have come here merely to warn you. If you have time to listen to my story—"
He left the sentence hanging, as though waiting for a rebuke from me. But I'd had my orders.
"It's not that, Holdreth Khain," I said, keeping my voice smooth; "We realize that a high percentage of your race are loyal to the Galactic Federation. You are all fanatical in your beliefs, of course, but that is merely a racial psychological trait. There are as many of the Damakoi for us as against us. The trouble is, we can never know which is which."
It wasn't quite true. There were many more of the Damakoi against us than for us. At least seventy percent of the beings from the planet Damak hated the principles that the Galactic Federation stood for. If this alien was against us, I was in one devil of a jam.
"My people have acquired a very unsavory reputation throughout the Galaxy," the Damakoi said. "But I am not the assassin type, myself." He waved a four-fingered blue hand in a deprecative gesture. "I am in complete disagreement with the anti-Federation beliefs which are widely held on my planet."
I nodded and tried to keep my face pleasant. I had little enough love for the Damakoi—they were mostly hotheads whose suicide assassins had done too much already to wreck Galactic amity. I trusted Holdreth Khain about as far as I could throw a chimney by the smoke.
"And why did you wish to see me, Holdreth Khain?" I asked.
He seemed terribly tired and sad, as if the many sins of his countrymen all weighed heavily on his shoulders. He put a hand up to his face and brushed across it, as if to brush away his own fears and worries.
"I'll come straight to the point, Mr. Cameron. One of my fellow Damakoi—a man named Zorvash Pedrik—is on this planet. He landed in an indetectable one-man spaceship, carrying a theta bomb."
I nodded, and I could feel my jaw muscles tightening. If a Damakoi assassin could get inside the Galactic Capitol building carrying a theta bomb, the whole Council would die of radiation. A theta bomb doesn't explode; it flares. The resulting hellish radiation kills everything within half a mile of the radiation center. It consists of two little spheres of ditherium—one positive, the other negative. When they get within a few inches of each other—poof!
"How is he carrying it?" I asked, "A theta bomb has to be heavily shielded; even when they're several feet apart, the radiation is enough to kill whoever's carrying it unless they're pretty heavily shielded."
The Damakoi spread his hands in a shrug. "I do not know; all I can tell you is that I know the assassin personally. I can recognize him."
It sounded good, but I still didn't trust the being. His kind were too treacherous and fanatic. Even the ones on the side of the Galactic government were a hotheaded bunch.
Holdreth Khain said bitterly : "It will be the ghastliest outrage ever committed by a Damakoi—and that covers a lot of territory. The explosion flare will wipe out the delegates from hundreds of worlds."
"I take it you don't approve?"
Khain looked up. "My people—many of them—oppose the Multiworld Charter and the Galactic government. They will take any steps necessary to destroy the government. And in doing so, they have left a trail of blood throughout space.
"I have long disagreed—sometimes violently—with this bloody policy of assassination. I have personally removed fourteen of the attempted killers."
I tried to keep a grim smile off my face. This bird was a true Damakoi; he hated the killer policy, but saw nothing strange in the fact that he had wiped out fourteen of them himself. If he had.
"Luckily," he continued, "I happened to find out what Zorvash Pedrik intended to do. I could not kill him personally, but I have been able to get here in time to head him off. I want you to find him—before he succeeds."
I nodded slowly. "I understand, Holdreth Khain. It is a noble and honorable thing that you are doing. I'll see to it that you get a proper reward for this information."
"No reward will be necessary," the Damakoi said. "The failure and death of Zorvash Pedrik will be reward enough for me."
"All right," I said, "let's see what we can figure out."
I was sitting right on top of a powder keg, and I knew it—but what could I do but see it through?
The Galactic Capitol is a great, airy pile of a building that soars a full three hundred stories into the air. It rears up from the heart of Central City, jutting into the sky like the man-made mountain that it is. Around it, the hundreds of floodlights cast a shower of brilliant radiance over its sparkling, milk-white walls.
I had stationed armed guards at each of the ten entrances, the fastest and most quick-witted men in the Service. It would be almost impossible for a Damakoi to get inside undetected.
But "almost" isn't good enough. My nerves were tighter than violin strings, and they felt as though they were vibrating at high pitch.
I was in a hell of a touchy position. If all the Damakoi had been against us, it would have been easy—just blast every one that got within half a light year of the Capitol. Unfortunately, about three out of ten Damakoi were allies, and their insidious inside work on their own planet kept the dangerous fanatics badly crippled. We couldn't afford to kill three innocent Damakoi for every seven guilty.
I was pretty sure I knew where Holdreth Khain stood, but I couldn't take any chances.
I knew he wasn't carrying a theta bomb on him; the detectors would have picked up the radiation from the two spheres. Even if he'd had it concealed inside his body, there would be no way of putting enough lead around it to conceal it. I wished there was some way I could X-ray him, but X-rays are deadly to the Damakoi. Unlike human beings, the Damakoi can't even stand a little bit of hard radiation; they die if they're even X-rayed.
The two of us approached the immense bulk of the Grand Capitol. I was saying, "Damakoi have been upsetting the social equilibrium for over a century. It almost seems as though your people get some sort of unholy joy out of wrecking everything that other beings build, work, and strive for." It was a thinly-veiled insult, and it was meant that way; I wanted to get his reaction.
He looked at me oddly for a moment, but he said nothing.
"Come along," I said. "Let's go around and meet the guards. I want to make sure they know you. I wouldn't want to have you killed unnecessarily."
I took Holdreth Khain from gate to gate, exhibiting him to my men. At each entrance, I saw the men's eyes fill with suspicion while their manners remained polite.
"All right," I said, after we had been to all ten gates, "now the guards will recognize you. Let's start looking for Zorvash Pedrik—before he causes trouble."
Holdreth Khain nodded grimly. "Let's go."
Somewhere in the city was a killer with a theta bomb—if Holdreth Khain wasn't lying. And I had a hunch he was telling the truth about Zorvash Pedrik.
There were eight Damakoi legitimately in the city. All of them were known to be pro-Galactic men with the possible exception of a Damakoi by the name of Jedon Onomondo, who was still suspected of having anti-Government sentiments in spite of the fact that he had helped us in one or two minor matters.
But Jedon Onomondo had been in the city for three months or so; we'd had him tailed all that time. He couldn't have come to Earth in the last week in an indetectable spaceship.
Nevertheless, I ordered a double watch kept on him.
The next stop was to comb the city for radiation sources.
Ditherium is funny stuff. There are two kinds: positive and negative. When one kind gets near the other, the radiation given out increases as the distance between them decreases. At ten feet from each other, they give out easily detectable X-rays. Within a few inches, they flare violently in the hard gamma.
I knew that no Damakoi could carry them around unless they were encased in heavy lead; the radiation would kill him.
Even so. I started looking for radiation in the city. I had an odd hunch I'd find something.
It took several hours to go over the whole city. The normal sources, such as the power pile on Four Hundredth Street East, were quickly spotted and ruled out. But eventually we located a center of neutrino radiation in the Hotel Grenada, up on Skyline Drive.
"He's in the Hotel Grenada," I told Holdreth Khain. "Let's surprise him before he has a chance to set off that bomb."
The Hotel Grenada was a huge, ancient structure that had been built just after the atomic bombs had blasted the city during the Final War, and it showed every century of its age. It had once been an imposing structure, but its chromium trim had begun to peel, and the aluminum siding was whitely pitted with oxide.
I walked into the lobby and flashed my identity bracelet at the bored-looking clerk. "Do you have any Damakoi registered here?"
The clerk looked a little bewildered. "Gosh, mister, I wouldn't know a Damakoi if I saw one. We got lots of aliens registered, though."
"I am a Damakoi," said Holdreth Khain. There was a touch of pride in his voice, and I felt my nerves tighten a little more.
The clerk looked at him. "Oh, yeah! Sure. Guy checked in yesterday."
"Let's see the registration," I said.
The clerk pulled out the book and flipped it open. There was the name, big, bold, and firm.
Zorvash Pedrik. Room 706A.
I left one of my men at the desk to make sure that no one warned Room 706A, and headed for the lift tube. Holdreth Khain and I went up to the seventieth floor and looked for 6A.
I took out the key which the clerk had given me and carefully slid it into the lock, trying not to make a sound. I really didn't think anything would happen here. The Damakoi wouldn't set off the bomb this far away from the Grand Capitol; fanatics don't waste their lives on nobodies like me—not when they're out after much bigger game.
The key engaged, and as the door slid open, I stepped inside, my blaster held at the ready.
The room was empty.
The bed was made, the ashtrays were clean, the windows were closed. Zorvash Pedrik might have registered for the room, but he hadn't spent much time in it.
He was on the loose—somewhere in the city—carrying around something which could kill everyone in the Grand Capitol if it were set off.
"No sign of him," said Holdreth Khain.
"Doesn't look that way." Then I spotted something. "Hold it—what's that?"
I crossed the room to the writing desk that stood against the far wall. There was a small box on it and it was weighting down a piece of paper.
I pulled out the piece of paper. It was a note—addressed to me.
Dear Cameron, it said, in the clear script of a voice-writer, There's no point in your looking for me here, because I'm not going to wait here for you to catch me. Be sure that I'll be able to complete my mission here despite the efforts of your department and the treachery of my misguided countryman.
Zorvash Pedrik
"We'll have to pick up the trail somewhere else," I said. "We better get moving."
When we reached the lobby, I phoned Ned Dearborn, my second in command. His blocky features filled the screen and his three-dimensional representation looked inquisitively at me.
I said: "Ned, get up here to the Grenada and pick up a neutrino generator in Room 706A. It was sitting on a note to me. It's harmless, but it's what the boys picked up on the detectors."
Ned smiled grimly. "Just a dummy, eh? Okay; I'll send up a squad right away. Anything else?"
"Better alert the local police," I told him. "Pick up any Damakoi that isn't known to us. In case you pick him up, get him as far away from the city as you can. Take him out and dunk him in the lake if you have to. Get a plane ready and set up a robopilot.
"Watch him closely. If he's carrying anything at all, shoot first and ask questions later. Got that?"
"Got it, Chief." His face faded from the screen.
Holdreth Khain looked agitated. "You say that the box on the table was radioactive? I might have been exposed!"
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